The setting is that a young man is passing through the world, and the whole world has not yet been completely constructed. It can be regarded as a fake of some things around me, similar to trying to write a fairy tale. I hope to find a lover for the little prince in the end. After passing other people's stories, when you feel that you are just a passerby in this world, stop and maybe it will be your own story.
Concept: Are our stories intertwined?